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Talking Pictures
Oct. 16th, 2009 05:43 pmThis is how I feel at the moment:~...
There is a light in the distance, but I'm in a dark place & there are stormclouds between me & brighter times
The new job is, as pretty much expected, a no-brainer occupation. The trouble with this is, you work with people who have no brains, ruled over by a control-freak with an over-developed mothering complex. This authority figure sends out more mixed messages than an MPD afflicted teenager with ADHD... the kind of person who as good as tells you to find another job one minute, tells you who to contact to get one, then gives you dirty looks & attempts at sarcasm when you do exactly that.
Boy, do I know how to pick 'em! At least this job isn't as downright physically perilous as the last. We don't sell anywhere near enough plasma or LCD screens for me to get any kind of back injury carrying them around... although I did manage to cut my hand yesterday & I have no idea how or when. Didn't even know 'til I happened to notice blood on a piece of paper, then discovered it was mine. But their OHS officer can't be accused of shirking her job. She just happened to walk in when I was standing on an office swivel-chair moving screens & cables (In an extremely cautious fashion I must add... I know the risks, consequences & my limitations!!) & was told in no uncertain terms to get off the chair & find a ladder. After my last job, I'm not used to that... danger was the only part of the business that was good ~ as some long-time readers will recall.
Discussions continue with the friend who assures me the 'perfect job' pie is still in the sky & will soon be available for nourishment, as soon as his half-baked MD can tear himself away from Melbourne for a day or two... I can understand the reluctance to leave there, but dammit!!!... it's been nearly two months since this 'possibility' reared its head... Man can't live on the retail award wage alone. Lately I've been living the punchline to the old joke ~ "If you think nobody cares whether you live or die, try missing a couple of repayments."
Still, if money is the only thing I have to worry about, I'm better off than some. But that doesn't stop me worrying...
There is a light in the distance, but I'm in a dark place & there are stormclouds between me & brighter times
The new job is, as pretty much expected, a no-brainer occupation. The trouble with this is, you work with people who have no brains, ruled over by a control-freak with an over-developed mothering complex. This authority figure sends out more mixed messages than an MPD afflicted teenager with ADHD... the kind of person who as good as tells you to find another job one minute, tells you who to contact to get one, then gives you dirty looks & attempts at sarcasm when you do exactly that.
Boy, do I know how to pick 'em! At least this job isn't as downright physically perilous as the last. We don't sell anywhere near enough plasma or LCD screens for me to get any kind of back injury carrying them around... although I did manage to cut my hand yesterday & I have no idea how or when. Didn't even know 'til I happened to notice blood on a piece of paper, then discovered it was mine. But their OHS officer can't be accused of shirking her job. She just happened to walk in when I was standing on an office swivel-chair moving screens & cables (In an extremely cautious fashion I must add... I know the risks, consequences & my limitations!!) & was told in no uncertain terms to get off the chair & find a ladder. After my last job, I'm not used to that... danger was the only part of the business that was good ~ as some long-time readers will recall.
Discussions continue with the friend who assures me the 'perfect job' pie is still in the sky & will soon be available for nourishment, as soon as his half-baked MD can tear himself away from Melbourne for a day or two... I can understand the reluctance to leave there, but dammit!!!... it's been nearly two months since this 'possibility' reared its head... Man can't live on the retail award wage alone. Lately I've been living the punchline to the old joke ~ "If you think nobody cares whether you live or die, try missing a couple of repayments."
Still, if money is the only thing I have to worry about, I'm better off than some. But that doesn't stop me worrying...
